My psychic told me to do this and now I’m planning my wedding
Ok, admittedly that’s a clickbait title but hear me out.
In the August of 2019, I had an hour long phone reading with my then go-to psychic, Terenia.
I met her in the year before. 5th of January 2018 to be exact.
She did readings in Manly, where there used to be a crystal shop half way down the cross. I was 3 days into heartbreak and my best friend was trying to get me out of the house. I wanted to see a psychic (typical spiri-girl behaviour), and I wanted nature.
My intuition pulled me towards the beach though; the beginning of my insatiable craving for the beach I experienced for the rest of that year.
I would describe Terenia as a fairy.
Twinkling eyes, jangling colour coordinated beads around her neck, making ‘whoosh’ sounds as she channelled through the tarot deck. In my first reading with her, that day in 2018, she told me point blank that I’ll never be back with my ex again.
She also told me to stop wearing so much black. She said that black clothes can help protect our energy but I didn’t need to work so hard doing that. I could trust that I am protected and guided. To start wearing colours, invite more vibrant, colourful experiences in my life by wearing it.
I was inclined to listen to her. She had already tapped into a past life of mine over back in ancient Egypt.
“I see you in a temple, likely of Isis? You are writing the codes to divine wisdom, hieroglyphs”
Then opened her eyes and asked if had heard of a thing called N-L-P. Neurolinguistic Programming.
My eyes widened.
“Yes – I became a practitioner a while a go, and I have my master prac coming up this year.”
Turns out, she had trained with my trainer as well. She told me about the ancient origins of the technology within NLP. So I was inclined to listen to her advice about wearing colour. And so I did.
Less than a month after that, I walked into a Red Cross and found a pink, sequinned dress for cheap. I never wore dresses like that. In fact, I didn’t wear pink, even though it was my favourite colour other than black. (Yes I know “black is not a colour”) I said to myself “maybe I’ll get married in this” and hung it at the back of my closet.
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18 months later, I had followed that craving for the beach and was residing not so far from Manly. I had indeed invited more vibrant and colourful experiences in my life since wearing more colour. I even bought a bright yellow pleather jacket.
I was working in a field I was truly passionate about, beginning to teach casual classes and discovering a new manifestation of myself with the archetype of ‘teacher’.
I felt good about life, so I wanted a check-in. What’s next?
Before I told her much, she began the channel with a big message.
“You’re starting your journey into the mother archetype”
She went into how the mother archetype is being integrated through the act of teaching !!! I furiously scribbled every thing she said, but she basically gave me the green light to embody the ‘teacher’ archetype.
I couldn’t help but ask, being a single girl into the second half of her 20’s, what was up for my love life.
“The one who’ll be the father to your children. Two, maybe three, there’s one peaking in and out of your field. He is getting ready for fatherhood. To be your partner, an equal.”
She saw me in a cafe or a bar, doing something on my laptop. That he’d have the combination of air, water and earth in his chart. That a Taurus would introduce me to him.
And then she told me to do something. An act of surrender so I don’t hold onto what she said and trying to force find someone like that.
This spell is similar to the one young Sally performs in the movie, Practical Magic.
I was to write a list of attributes I wanted in a lover. Nothing physical. Emotional, vibrational attributes. Values that he would share with me.
“Clear a drawer or a box that you can use”
I happened to have a Balinese chest that my best friend bought that was empty.
The list, rose petals, and a gift for my future children was to be stored in that box. My friend and former colleague, Emma from Miss Emma Handmade, had kindly made me a little knitted toy for a baby. The box wasn’t to be opened again until he had appeared.
The ‘trick’ behind this spell is in setting and forgetting. By physically surrendering my wishes somewhere, solidifying that surrender by continuously not opening the box, eventually forgetting the box, I was able to detach from consciously controlling my wish.
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A year later, in August 2020, in the brief pause of lockdowns in Sydney - I found myself working atop a bar. A bar that belonged to the man, who by this point, I already knew, would be the father of my children.
Just before first lockdowns, I had a witch friend tell me that the man coming into my field would have tattoos and enjoy wearing suits. A perfect way to describe my partner.
It was only then I realised that I had… maybe… manifested my wish?
I thought about his big three. Libra sun, Taurus moon, Cancer rising. A combination of air, earth and water.
Our one mutual friend? Taurus.
Just like Terenia said….
When I finally arrived back to my beachside apartment, I took some time before deciding to open the box.
What if I’m wrong?
What did I even put on the list?
My mind wasn’t sure but my intuition was. So the box was opened.
The list – almost every box ticked. Except for where I had cheekily put in physical attributes (just in case it worked out, y’know? It couldn’t have hurt).
I asked for long hair. I got long beard instead.
. . .
Turns out, it was just as she said. He’d been spending the months prior to the lockdowns living out his bachelor life and finding himself desire more. A family life. His next chapter.
I read cards for the person he dated until the lockdowns came, in his apartment, about 5 months before I went on my first date with him. I was impressed by his apartment.
She went on to try to tell people that I cut her grass and attempted, with no success, to call me a sneaky witch.
The truth is, she had told me he and her were in different places in life. She even joked that she’d put a line in her upcoming single: ‘You think you’re using me but I’m using you too’ and that there was some other man in LA waiting for her arrival.
Non, Je Ne Regrette Rien about this situation.
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So here I am, it’s 1st of February 2023 as I write this.
I’m thinking of reaching out to Terenia again. The last time I reached out in 2021, she was about to embark on a spiritual journey back to the Stone Henge. Back to be with her kindreds (fairies, I bet you!).
There’s a date in my calendar 3 months from now that’s my wedding day. I’m wearing that sequinned pink dress.
So psychic told me to wear more colour and put my wishes in a box, and I ended up with making my teenhood dream come true and meeting the man of, well, not my dream, but the man in my psychic’s visions.
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